Does he take you there? asked Brice.
No! she answered quietly. Nota little defiantlythat hes afeard, for they cant prove anything against him; no man kin swear to him, and thar aint an officer that keers to go for him. But hes that shy for ME he dont keer to have me mixed with him.
But nobody recognizes you?
Sometimesbut I dont keer for that. She cocked her hat a little audaciously, but Brice noticed that her arms afterwards dropped at her side with the same weary gesture he had observed before. Whenever I go into shops its always Yes, miss, and No, miss, and Certainly, Miss Dimwood. Oh, theyre mighty respectful. I reckon they allow that Snapshot Harrys rifle carries far.
Presently she faced him again, for their conversation had been carried on in profile. There was a critical, searching look in her brown eyes.
Here Im talkin to you as if you were oneMr. Brice was positive she was going to say one of the gang, but she hesitated and concluded, one of my relationslike cousin Hiram.
I wish you would think of me as being as true a friend, said the young man earnestly.
She did not reply immediately, but seemed to be examining the distance. They were not far from the canyon now, and the river bank. A fringe of buckeyes hid the base of the mountain, which had begun to tower up above them to the invisible stage road overhead. I am going to be a real guide to you now, she said suddenly. When we reach that buckeye corner and are out of sight, we will turn into it instead of going through the canyon. You shall go up the mountain to the stage road, from THIS side.
But it is impossible! he exclaimed, in astonishment. Your uncle said so.
Coming DOWN, but not going up, she returned, with a laugh. I found it, and no one knows it but myself.
He glanced up at the towering cliff; its nearly perpendicular flanks were seamed with fissures, some clefts deeply set with stunted growths of thorn and scrub, but still sheer and forbidding, and then glanced back at her incredulously. I will show you, she said, answering his look with a smile of triumph. I havent tramped over this whole valley for nothing! But wait until we reach the river bank. They must think that weve gone through the canyon.
They?
Yesany one who is watching us, said the girl dryly.
A few steps further on brought them to the buckeye thicket, which extended to the river bank and mouth of the canyon. The girl lingered for a moment ostentatiously before it, and then, saying Come, suddenly turned at right angles into the thicket. Brice followed, and the next moment they were hidden by its friendly screen from the valley. On the other side rose the mountain wall, leaving a narrow trail before them. It was composed of the rocky debris and fallen trees of the cliff, from which buckeyes and larches were now springing. It was uneven, irregular, and slowly ascending; but the young girl led the way with the free footstep of a mountaineer, and yet a grace that was akin to delicacy. Nor could he fail to notice that, after the Western girls fashion, she was shod more elegantly and lightly than was consistent with the rude and rustic surroundings. It was the same slim shoe-print which had guided him that morning. Presently she stopped, and seemed to be gazing curiously at the cliff side. Brice followed the direction of her eyes. On a protruding bush at the edge of one of the wooded clefts of the mountain flank something was hanging, and in the freshening southerly wind was flapping heavily, like a ravens wing, or as if still saturated with the last nights rain. Thats mighty queer! said Flo, gazing intently at the unsightly and incongruous attachment to the shrub, which had a vague, weird suggestion. It wasnt there yesterday.
It looks like a mans coat, remarked Brice uneasily.
Whew! said the girl. Then somebody has come down who wont go up again! Theres a lot of fresh rocks and brush here, too. Whats that? She was pointing to a spot some yards before them where there had been a recent precipitation of debris and uprooted shrubs. But mingled with it lay a mass of rags strangely akin to the tattered remnant that flagged from the bush a hundred feet above them. The girl suddenly uttered a sharp feminine cry of mingled horror and disgust,the first weakness of sex she had shown,and, recoiling, grasped Brices arm. Dont go there! Come away!
But Brice had already seen that which, while it shocked him, was urging him forward with an invincible fascination. Gently releasing himself, and bidding the girl stand back, he moved toward the unsightly heap. Gradually it disclosed a grotesque caricature of a human figure, but so maimed and doubled up that it seemed a stuffed and fallen scarecrow. As is common in men stricken suddenly down by accident in the fullness of life, the clothes asserted themselves before all else with a hideous ludicrousness, obliterating even the majesty of death in their helpless yet ironical incongruity. The garments seemed to have never fitted the wearer, but to have been assumed in ghastly jocularity,a boot half off the swollen foot, a ripped waistcoat thrown over the shoulder, were like the properties of some low comedian. At first the body appeared to be headless; but as Brice cleared away the debris and lifted it, he saw with horror that the head was twisted under the shoulder, and swung helplessly from the dislocated neck. But that horror gave way to a more intense and thrilling emotion as he saw the facealthough strangely free from laceration or disfigurement, and impurpled and distended into the simulation of a self-complacent smilewas a face he recognized! It was the face of the cynical traveler in the coachthe man who he was now satisfied had robbed it.
A strange and selfish resentment took possession of him. Here was the man through whom he had suffered shame and peril, and who even now seemed complacently victorious in death. He examined him closely; his coat and waistcoat had been partly torn away in his fall; his shirt still clung to him, but through its torn front could be seen a heavy treasure belt encircling his waist. Forgetting his disgust, Brice tore away the shirt and unloosed the belt. It was saturated with water like the rest of the clothing, but its pocket seemed heavy and distended. In another instant he had opened it, and discovered the envelope containing the packet of greenbacks, its seal still inviolate and unbroken. It was the stolen treasure!
A faint sigh recalled him to himself. The girl was standing a few feet from him, regarding him curiously.
Its the thief himself! he said, in a breathless explanation. In trying to escape he must have fallen from the road above. But here are the greenbacks safe! We must go back to your uncle at once, he said excitedly. Come!
Are you mad? she cried, in astonishment.
No, returned Brice, in equal astonishment, but you know I agreed with him that we should work together to recover the money, and I must show him our good luck.
He told you that if you met the thief and could get the money from him, you were welcome to it, said the girl gravely, and you HAVE got it.
But not in the way he meant, returned Brice hurriedly. This mans death is the result of his attempting to escape from your uncles guards along the road; the merit of it belongs to them and your uncle. It would be cowardly and mean of me to take advantage of it.
The girl looked at him with an expression of mingled admiration and pity. But the guards were placed there before he ever saw you, said she impatiently. And whatever uncle Harry may want to do, he must do what the gang says. And with the money once in their possession, or even in yours, if they knew it, I wouldnt give much for its chancesor YOURS eitherfor gettin out o this hollow again.
But if THEY are treacherous, that is no reason why I should be so, protested Brice stoutly.
Youve no right to say they were treacherous when they knew nothing of your plans, said the girl sharply. Your company would have more call to say YOU were treacherous to it for making a plan without consultin them. Brice winced, for he had never thought of that before. You can offer that reward AFTER you get away from here with the greenbacks. But, she added proudly, with a toss of her head, go back if you want to! Tell him all! Tell him where you found ittell him I did not take you through the canyon, but was showin you a new trail I had never shown to THEM! Tell him that I am a traitor, for I have given them and him away to you, a stranger, and that you consider yourself the only straight and honest one about here!
Brice flushed with shame. Forgive me, he said hurriedly; you are right and I am wrong again. I will do just what you say. I will first place these greenbacks in a secure placeand then
Get away firstthats your only holt, she interrupted him quickly, her eyes still flashing through indignant tears. Come quick, for I must put you on the trail before they miss me.
She darted forward; he followed, but she kept the lead, as much, he fancied, to evade his observation as to expedite his going. Presently they stopped before the sloping trunk of a huge pine that had long since fallen from the height above, but, although splintered where it had broken ground, had preserved some fifty feet of its straight trunk erect and leaning like a ladder against the mountain wall. There, she said, hurriedly pointing to its decaying but still projecting lateral branches, you climb itI have. At the top youll find its stuck in a cleft among the brush. Theres a little hollow and an old waterway from a spring above which makes a trail through the brush. Its as good as the trail you took from the stage road this mornin, but its not as safe comin down. Keep along it to the spring, and it will land ye jest the other side of uncle Hirams cabin. Go quick! Ill wait here until yeve reached the cleft.
But you, he said, turning toward her, how can I ever thank you?
As if anticipating a leave-taking, the girl had already withdrawn herself a few yards away, and simply made an upward gesture with her hand. Quick! Up with you! Every minute now is a risk to me.
Thus appealed to, Brice could only comply. Perhaps he was a little hurt at the girls evident desire to avoid a gentler parting. Securing his prized envelope within his breast, he began to ascend the tree. Its inclination, and the aid offered by the broken stumps of branches, made this comparatively easy, and in a few moments he reached its top, and stood upon a little ledge in the wall. A swift glance around him revealed the whole waterway or fissure slanting upward along the mountain face. Then he turned quickly to look down the dizzy height. At first he could distinguish nothing but the top of the buckeyes and their white clustering blossoms. Then something fluttered,the torn white handkerchief of his that she had kept. And then he caught a single glimpse of the flower-plumed hat receding rapidly among the trees, and Flora Dimwood was gone.
IIIIn twenty-four hours Edward Brice was in San Francisco. But although successful and the bearer of the treasure, it is doubtful if he approached this end of his journey with the temerity he had shown on entering the robbers valley. A consciousness that the methods he had employed might excite the ridicule, if not the censure, of his principals, or that he might have compromised them in his meeting with Snapshot Harry, considerably modified his youthful exultation. It is possible that Floras reproach, which still rankled in his mind, may have quickened his sensitiveness on that point. However, he had resolved to tell the whole truth, except his episode with Flora, and to place the conduct of Snapshot Harry and the Tarboxes in as favorable a light as possible. But first he had recourse to the manager, a man of shrewd worldly experience, who had recommended him to his place. When he had finished and handed him the treasured envelope, the man looked at him with a critical and yet not unkindly expression. Perhaps its just as well, Brice, that you did come to me at first, and did not make your report to the president and directors.
I suppose, said Brice diffidently, that they wouldnt have liked my communicating with the highwayman without their knowledge?
More than thatthey wouldnt have believed your story.
Not believe it? cried Brice, flushing quickly. Do you think
The manager checked him with a laugh. Hold on! I believe every word of it, and why? Because youve added nothing to it to make yourself the regular hero. Why, with your opportunity, and no one able to contradict you, you might have told me you had a hand-to-hand fight with the thief, and had to kill him to recover the money, and even brought your handkerchief and hat back with the bullet holes to prove it. Brice winked as he thought of the fair possessor of those articles. But as a story for general circulation, it wont do. Have you told it to any one else? Does any one know what happened but yourself?
Brice thought of Flora, but he had resolved not to compromise her, and he had a consciousness that she would be equally loyal to him. No one, he answered boldly.
Very good. And I suppose you wouldnt mind if it were kept out of the newspapers? Youre not hankering after a reputation as a hero?
Certainly not, said Brice indignantly.
Well, then, well keep it where it is. You will say nothing. I will hand over the greenbacks to the company, but only as much of your story as I think theyll stand. Youre all right as it is. Yuba Bill has already set you up in his report to the company, and the recovery of this money will put you higher! Only, the PUBLIC need know nothing about it.
But, asked Brice amazedly, how can it be prevented? The shippers who lost the money will have to know that it has been recovered.
Why should they? The company will assume the risk, and repay them just the same. Its a great deal better to have the reputation for accepting the responsibility than for the shippers to think that they only get their money through the accident of its recovery.
Brice gasped at this large business truth. Besides, it occurred to him that it kept the secret, and Floras participation in it, from Snapshot Harry and the gang. He had not thought of that before.
Come, continued the manager, with official curtness. What do you say? Are you willing to leave it to me?
Brice hesitated a moment. It was not what his impulsive truthful nature had suggested. It was not what his youthful fancy had imagined. He had not worked upon the sympathies of the company on behalf of Snapshot Harry as he believed he would do. He had not even impressed the manager. His story, far from exciting a chivalrous sentiment, had been pronounced improbable. Yet he reflected he had so far protected HER, and he consented with a sigh.
Nevertheless, the result ought to have satisfied him. A dazzling check, inclosed in a letter of thanks from the company the next day, and his promotion from the road to the San Francisco office, would have been quite enough for any one but Edward Brice. Yet he was grateful, albeit a little frightened and remorseful over his luck. He could not help thinking of the kindly tolerance of the highwayman, the miserable death of the actual thief, which had proved his own salvation, and above all the generous, high-spirited girl who had aided his escape. While on his way to San Francisco, and yet in the first glow of his success, he had written her a few lines from Marysville, inclosed in a letter to Mr. Tarbox. He had received no reply.